He’s compact, twenty-five, staring at a line of mathematical notation on a whiteboard. He’s in a mostly undecorated, windowless office alone. He rakes his fingers through his hair and rubs the back of his neck. The air is humid and … Read More
by Emmett Souder on September 5, 2025
“This summer I’m remembering how real my flesh is. When I was a kid everything was tactile and I just wanted sugar and didn’t think abstractly.”
by Emmett Souder on September 13, 2024September 14, 2024
An essay and a poem grappling with spirituality and the self in the wake of the new year
by Emmett Souder on February 22, 2024February 22, 2024
Context:
Verbatim:
Bot check: What is the name of the res. college that begins with an M?
Δ
